Although I often quip that writing is my life, there are some times when life comes before my writing. This is one of those times. For the past several months, I have been dealing with the latest in a long list of medical issues that have plagued my younger daughter. Issues that were supposed to be resolved on March 16th with surgery on her back. Unfortunately, once she was under sedation, they discovered more problems that resulted in the surgery being postponed until they are resolved. Which necessitated more appointments with more doctors and specialists, all without the convenience of my own car. As fate would have it, my car started succumbing to many little issues a couple of weeks before the scheduled surgery, so I have been forced to find rides to all of my daughter’s appointments. Not fun, but I did it.
So for the past several weeks, my life has been consumed with doctors’ visits and attempts to get a replacement car – and the sheer frustration of not being able to do what I want when I want to because of the lack of a car. For instance, my sister was in the hospital Easter weekend having kidney stones surgically removed, but I couldn’t visit her because I had no way to get there. My older daughter needs to come back on the 29th for an orthodontist appointment and then she is out for the summer on May 18th and I worry that I won’t have a way to get her here. And let’s not get into the inconvenience of not being able to shop without depending on someone else for a ride. Which wouldn’t be so bad if the two people I would call for that purpose weren’t having car issues themselves.
So instead of writing, I am worrying. About how I am going to get my younger daughter to her next appointment; about how I am going to get my older daughter home from college; and about how I am going to get a new car. Believe me, I would much rather be throwing these problems at my characters and making their lives more difficult (for creative purposes) than scrambling for the resources to purchase a new car. I would rather be lost in the fantasy of my written world than mired in the issues of my real world. But, sometimes, life comes before writing.